After chasing my tail around and around about the problem, I realized what a resource I had at hand. So, please give me some advice. I have three blogs and can’t decide what to do about them–one is on life support, but yet gets hits nearly every day. Was I premature in starting my self-named blog? Should i try to combine all three? I would truly appreciate your thoughts.
When I started blogging in earnest in 2011, I had only this blog for ROW80 check-ins. Soon, I added Lapidary Prose, which was to be my literary history, history of words, and contemplative blog. I had a brief foray into “On this date in history” kind of thing as well. Once I had exposure to more experienced writers, I decided to create Elizabeth Anne Mitchell as an “author platform,” Since then, I have not spent time on Lapidary Prose, but the posts are still getting hits, and I still enjoy writing about literary history and words.
Part of my concern is my decision last Wednesday to take the plunge to participate in WIPpet Wednesday. I know many ROW80 participants include both hops in their ROW80 check-in, but it feels odd to me, like I’m shorting each task. Also, to be scarily honest, I still feel like an imposter, in that I have a rough outline, then I string little beads of scenes along the way, with no rhyme nor reason to the order. Anyway, I’m hoping that I can slowly learn how to do things like setting and dialogue.
I survived my two presentations on Thursday, but felt pretty awful Friday. Stress often takes a physical toll on me. The meditation and yoga poses have been lifesavers. My hands are starting to feel my age (or maybe even twenty years older!) from the constant computer typing and mousing for about ten hours a day, between the day job, social media, and writing. I picked up a nice, small, notebook at the conference, and plan to use it for writing to ease my hand pain.
Said writing is coming slowly, but I do have several thousand words from my NaNo rebel memoir last November, which is easier than facing a blank screen. I stopped writing it in December when my brother passed away, and had only picked it up briefly in April when my mother passed away. I am more ready to write about my early life now, at least in little sessions, so I hope to expand to more than five sentences a day for the remainder of Round Two.